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The Night Of The 44 - Insane Clown Posse

"I ran into a gas station, and blew somebody head off they neck I thought it was a dream but then I look and see that I'm a bloody wreck I can't run to my mama's house I know that she would never understand"

Art And Illusion 3:44 - Twelfth Night

"Magic man said "You know my dear You are living inside a dream Believing the things I do Are what they seem Life is a trick that runs too quick For a volunteer from the crowd The volunteers only see What's"

88 Lines About 44 Women - Nails

"Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out to the bitter end. Carla was a different type, she's the one who put it in. Mary was a black girl, and I was afraid of a girl like that. Susan painted pictures"

La Grande Illusion (5:44) - Trust

"(B. Bonvoisin / N. Krief) Toi qui parles de nouvelles liberts Fier de l'argent que ton pre t'a laiss Tu cracheras ta haine sur nous pauvres manuels En rpandant nos ghettos que tu nommes HLM Tu veux que"

The night of the 44 - ICP

"I ran into a gas station, and blew somebody head off they neckI thought it was a dream but then I look and see that I'm a bloody wreckI can't run to my mama's house I know that she would never understand"

I Have A Dream 4:44 - Abba

"Abba Abba Gold I Have A Dream 4:44 ----------------------------- (written by Benny Anderson and Bjorn Ulvaeus) ------------------------------------------------------- I have a dream, a song to sing To"

Hell's Pit - The Night Of The 44 - Insane Clown Posse

""2:30 in the morning...and I'm fully loaded." "Fully fuckin' loaded, bitch!!" I ran into a gas station and blew somebody's head off they neck I thought it was a dream but then I look and see that I'm"

Tot - Candlemass

"Dark clad waters, still warm shrouds Doomsday warning from the men in the clouds Lily's weep over light that fled Words were carved in my arm by the dead Grim like war, foul like tar Corroded fragments"

Home Sweet Home (P Judd, T Finn) 3:44 - Split Enz

"Willows weep, the pillows they do sleep Home sweet home, to each his own I always say He's a man of few words A bundle of nerves, wait and see And while his mind works best in darkness Coming"

Per Capita - Napalm Death

"Countless opinions - a hotbed of riches Last remaining entitlement Feeling valued? Or devoutly subdued? Per Capita All placated and humoured A billion voices shall all register - they say Diversity for"

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